On the 10th, the imperial capital.
Zheng Ren worked as usual, as if it was just an ordinary day. It's just that the time for the Nobel Prize call notification is getting closer and closer, and the emotions of other members of the medical team are becoming increasingly unstable.
Zhao Wenhua is pretty good. He is not a member of the medical team, and his name is not on the project list.
Gao Shaojie took Lin Yuan for surgery and made several operational mistakes one after another. It was obvious that he was not in good condition today. Zheng Ren kicked them all off and went up to the stage wearing a lead suit to perform several surgeries today.
Gao Shaojie was also a little frightened by this. He sat in the operating room and watched Boss Zheng's extremely skilled operation, as if it was flowing smoothly. But at the moment, I feel anxious and uneasy, and I can't appreciate this beauty.
"Lao Gao, what happened to you today?" Su Yun asked.
"Dr. Su, you know... I've been restless these days." Gao Shaojie smiled sheepishly, "Is there no news from that side?"
"Don't be anxious." Su Yun put his hands behind his head, slumped on the sofa, and said lazily.
Gao Shaojie knew that Su Yun was also nervous. He rarely appeared in the operating room, but these days he was almost inseparable from Boss Zheng. Especially when the phone rang, he jumped up like a rabbit hearing the sound of a gunshot.
Even... Boss Zheng is not allowed to bring his mobile phone into the operating room. He has to put it in the operating room outside to prevent poor signal from affecting the ability to answer calls.
Although everyone knew that it was night in Stockholm in the morning in the imperial capital, there was absolutely no chance of a call coming in. But Su Yun still insisted, which made Gao Shaojie feel a little more emotional.
In the past few days, Su Yun rarely even played with his mobile phone. He looked as lazy as a napping lion, but in fact, his eyes were always staring at Boss Zheng's mobile phone on the operating table.
Alas, it seems that not only himself, but also Dr. Su is a little anxious, Gao Shaojie thought to himself.
Only Boss Zheng in the operating room seems to have never changed. He has always been as calm as a mountain, and his operations are extremely beautiful. Gao Shaojie even vaguely felt that Boss Zheng was making great progress and was still making progress.
If he continues to progress like this, will his level reach the clouds and he won't even be able to see it
Not to mention the level, this mentality alone is incomparable. He is not as calm as a young man, but like an old man in his seventies or eighty. He has seen the vicissitudes of the world, and there is nothing that can tug at his heartstrings.
After saying a few words that were neither embarrassing nor embarrassing, everyone was absent-minded and the operation room was silent. Picking up patients and performing one operation after another. It was just past ten o'clock and today's operations were all completed.
Zheng Ren took off his lead clothes and walked back to the operation room. He immediately felt the oppressive atmosphere in the operation room.
Nobel Prize? Zheng Ren knows that everyone's focus has been on this in recent days.
In fact, Zheng Ren is also looking forward to the Nobel Prize. The massive skill points can support him to upgrade a skill tree to the peak level, plus a peak level skill book.
The four peak-level skills, Xiaoshi's treatment seems worth a try. Even so, Zheng Ren still felt that he had suffered too much and it was better to let go. It's just a good thing to maintain a certain degree of hope after all. Having a choice is better than having no choice.
It’s just the main mission—the fifth stage of becoming famous, Nobel Prize! Nobel Prize! ! The progress bar of this task has always been at about 99%, but the last bit refused to move.
Zheng Ren didn't know what the problem was, and he felt a little regretful about it. Big Pig Hoof didn't give any hints or anything, so he was so troubled that he was now naked.
He had nothing to say to Su Yun and Gao Shaojie, so he couldn't tell them his doubts.
Everyone's mood was low during this period, so the plan to see the red leaves was delayed, delayed, and delayed.
They said write quickly...
The phone rang and Zheng Ren reached out, but before he could get it, Su Yun held the phone in his hand like an afterimage.
"Tch, why should Ringer call you if you have nothing to do?" Su Yun looked at the name marked on it and said disappointedly.
Zheng Ren smiled and answered the phone.
"Director Lin."
"Yes, no news yet."
"Wait a moment, don't be in a hurry."
After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone and put the phone into his trouser pocket.
After getting off the stage to change clothes, Zheng Ren returned to the office and was still sitting in his seat holding a fifth edition of surgery.
It would be a lie to say I’m not nervous, it’s a peak-level skill book and a massive amount of experience and skill points! It involves a lot of surgery whether it can be successful.
But Zheng Ren looked at the main mission - the fifth stage of becoming famous, the Nobel Prize! Nobel Prize! ! 99% progress bar, confusing.
He carefully considered various possibilities, but Zheng Ren was not very clear about the Nobel Prize review process and could not figure out what was going on.
There is a task issued by Big Pig Hoof, which proves that this matter is feasible; there is the guarantee of old Luo Che. Although the guy is extremely slick and says that he guarantees the fairness of the review, this statement also gives him a chance.
At least now Zheng Ren doesn't want to use his true eyes to look at the disease diagnosis described by the weird autobiography on the old Luo Che's system panel. He takes one look at it and his energy level becomes empty, and his whole person becomes a mummy.
If old Luo Che couldn't fulfill his promise, and the two of them would break up at worst, Zheng Ren really didn't believe that he dared to go to the imperial capital to hunt him down.
If that were the case, Iron Fist would have crushed him long ago, even if he was the patriarch of the ancient and mysterious Bruch family.
"Boss, can I ask Maris to take a look at it with a crystal ball?" Su Yun has made this suggestion for the nth time.
"What's so interesting?" Zheng Ren frowned and said, "If you receive the call, you have won the award. If you don't receive the call, you have not won it. It's such a simple thing. Besides, doesn't the Nobel Prize have an official website? If there is news, it will be announced on the website. .”
After finishing speaking, Zheng Ren glanced at the system panel. The mission progress was still 99% and he had not received it. No need to wait for any phone call.
"Tch!" Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren with disdain.
they said…
Zheng Ren reluctantly took out his cell phone. In the past two days, his cell phone had been bombarded with calls. Except for Director Lao Pan, many people called him almost every day.
The old director is still stable. Zheng Ren looked at the name on the phone - Mu Tao, and sighed hard in his heart.
"Old Mu is the same guy. Why call me when you have nothing to do? Tell me, whether he will win the Nobel Prize or not has nothing to do with him." Su Yun babbled after seeing the name marked on the phone, and sat down a little disappointed. Return to the chair.
The black hair on his forehead was floating listlessly. The later the time went, the lower the possibility of winning the Nobel Prize from a certain perspective.
Su Yun couldn't figure it out. He had made countless assumptions in his mind. No matter how you hypothesize, in the end you still can’t explain why you haven’t received any news so far.